"Thanks," Theodore replied taking the coffee she offered him, and noting that Tracey also looked a bit off herself. "I'm alright," he said, as a bit of a half-truth. He tried to straighten out his dishevelled appearance but was rather unsuccessful in doing so. He was well enough, but a bit off, very tired but far too energetic for the amount of sleep he had (none). No sooner than he had left the Honeypot did he find his notebook and did his mind start racing once more. "Are you alright?"
"Did you want to have a seat somewhere?" He walked back towards the sitting room and cleared off the couch upon where there were books and pieces of parchment.